When I was a kid, I always wanted to grow up quickly.
Be able to do what you want to do with abandon.
But when time really flies by like a meteor,
There are always a lot of regrets left in my heart.
I can't help but ask myself, is it really good to grow up?
Maybe.
Life is like a road moving forward,
Since there is a beginning, there must be an end.
In my youth, I seemed to be already driving on the road,
A conflicted child who always wants to look back.
At this moment, I realized that the bright and sunny avenue ahead was no longer there.
But he couldn't go back the same way.
I have forgotten the way back,
How can we go back to the beginning?
Since what is gone cannot be retrieved,
So, can we control what is going to happen?
I can't help but sigh |
Looking at the avenue of life, I am excited.
Looking at the road of life, I am afraid.
Looking at the road of life, I am looking forward to it.
Looking at the road of life, I hesitate.
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